Grayson was utterly exhausted. His blond hair was more tousled, the eye bags more prominent against his gaunt and pale skin. He couldn't recall the last time he had time to himself, time to eat, or time to sleep. He had work to do, and that was his first priority. That's how it usually was, but the past week had been absolute hell.

He isolated himself in his room, the door locked, and the passageway blocked off. The suit he wore was tossed somewhere in his usually pristine room, but everything had just been thrown around from not having time to clean, and not letting anyone else in to help.

His head perked up at a knock at his door. It sounded different than the usual ones that he could identify as his brothers'. Grayson was in his Harvard sweatpants and couldn't bother to put on a shirt so he stayed without.

"What?" Grayson swung the door open, his fingers rubbing his eyes in a desperate attempt to stay awake.